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Vale.
Pure crimson splendour of the sunken sun,
Dim purple, telling of the day that's done,
And pale blue glory gleaming overhead.
Dim purple, telling of the day that's done,
And pale blue glory gleaming overhead.
Strange fires are burning o'er the westward trees;
Soft sob of waters from the eastern seas,
The world is fair, but my true love is dead.
Soft sob of waters from the eastern seas,
The world is fair, but my true love is dead.
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